"The Saga of Kev's Jaw" and "Return of the Kitty-Meister" (aka "Relocation")

Starting with Kev's Jaw. Five or so weeks ago Kevin had a dentist appointment. He had a sore tooth, and it needed an old filling replaced. Just a routine, regular visit. Dentist put in a medicated temporary filling. After the visit, Kev's jaw started hurting ... extremely painful. Eventually he made his way back in, where the dentist discovered, with x-rays, that he had inadvertently dislocated Kev's jaw! Oops. Several weeks, and several bottles of Ibuprofen later, dentist makes plans to have him in this week to relocate his jaw under anaesthetic.

This past Tuesday, Kev and Iain were horsing around while Kev was on the recliner. "Somehow" Iain ended up kicking Kev in the jaw. It didn't seem like a really hard kick to those of us watching, but Kev was in agony (and not so thrilled with Iain!).

Fast forward to his last trip to the dentist. Dentist re-x-rays Kev's jaw, and comes back into the room holding the x-ray looking puzzled. "Kev, did anything happen to your jaw this week?"

Yup, one misplaced kick relocated Kev's jaw. Oops.

Now the kitty-meister story ... once little kitty was friendly enough, we relocated him to our neighbour's barn. She was hoping the two little kitties would stay and be barn cats. We left kitten (named Wisp by mom, Roger by Alison) there on Monday afternoon. His first sighting back with our chickens was yesterday (Thursday) and Alison took these photographs today. It really is remarkable, but I'm quite positive that this kitten, who was orphaned much too young, has decided that our chickens are his parents!

"But I'm already hatched!"



"Wanna play?"


Looking cute!


This one is incredible. It's not so clear here, but the hen is actually preening the kitten's fur!


Life is never dull here. Not. Ever.